He glared at her before standing up unsteadily. “I’m leaving. I don’t want to be around you right now.”
"Stop this, Rowan. Don't start again. I don't want to argue with you. Please just sit down and I'll be quiet.. Or at least you sit and I'll leave."
“I don’t want to be in this room,” he replied fiercely. “I don’t want to be breathing this same air over and over again. I don’t want to be in here. Can you understand that?”
A sudden look of anger crossed her face, and she stood up. "No, Rowan. I don't understand that at all. I don't know what it's like to be so far away from somewhere so much better, breathing the same air over and over. I have no idea what it's like to spend days waiting for a loved one to get better. I don't know. You take me for some kind of idiot, I assume."
“I take you for something,” he said sharply, heading for the door. “But it’s not what I thought you were.”
One such day, Lark arrived late, her expression one of frustration. She took off her bag and left it on the table, running her hand through her hair. “That boy of yours is irritating,” she said to Tez.
She laughed sharply, rubbing a hand through her blonde hair. “He hasn’t seen anyone. He’s just locked himself up in that apartment of his. You should see it; it looks like an insane person’s place.”
"He told me he loved me, but I don't believe him anymore. Nonetheless, maybe I should visit. Is he okay?"
